As a matter of fact I wasn’t all by myself, I was in bed with Chris at the time. It was six-thirty in the morning and Chris, who is an early riser (much earlier than me), got completely undressed and came back to bed. The curtains were closed, and it was still dark outside, so Chris turned on the globe lamp with the romantic soft light.

“Want some music?” he asked.

“Yes please,” I answered.

I knew which CD he would put on; it had to be “Ride Like the Wind”, a compilation of love songs from the eighties and nineties, which was given to me as a keepsake by my nephew, William.

I snuggled up to Chris under the duvet during “I Would do Anything for You” and he let me warm my cold feet on his hot legs; we kissed our way through “I Wanna Kiss You all Over; we didn’t speak at all for the entire duration of “Only Words” although I may have hummed along in harmony from time to time. Before we knew it, the strains of the second movement of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No.2 were upon us and Eric Carmen poured his heart out over and over, crescendo after crescendo, and after a while we were back to the  quiet part, the repeat of the first half of the first verse – “When I was young, I never needed anyone, And making love was just for fun…” when I suddenly sang out mournfully the next line –